The Fool's

Does It Break My Heart? The Course!!

Ara was enjoying her coffee on the sofa facing the window, her favorite spot. The aroma coming out of the cappucino is so sweet and soft accompany the white grains out there that do not stop falling to the earth. The man over there, in his big kitchen with all the complementary stuff, looked so perfect with just a plain t-shirt that it was more or less like the girl saw it.

He turned to look at each other and then looked at each other, glued to the deep bead of the eye. Ara had a bug, she did not move at all. When her heart once asked if Ara loved the man, he could not answer the reason it was always the same love had no reason to fall on whom yet this time his mouth could spit out a thousand words to explain his never-ending thump when staring at the man. Jae Hwan's.

Since when? He could not be sure it arrived - it just felt different, already, the man became the house where he came home to be the shoulder where he leaned on someone so Ara did not need anyone for her to share other than the man.

The man approached, though, embracing her arm on Ara's shoulder let the girl lean on her chest that field without speaking anything both are fascinated with the lights - street lights and cars that flicker also tall buildings that the light was so bright in the snow that never subsided, they were too lazy to go out to set foot on the white expanse it felt like looking at him from behind the thick glass was enough.

The two began to talk, about a pleasant thing that was not experienced when both of them, about Ara's hair tie falling somewhere so she unravels her hair all day or about Min Gyu getting a love confession in front of a lot of people. They laughed once in a while, then paid attention to each other again as the chatter switched.

"give me your hand!"

Then the man opened his palm with a confused face.

"your hands are too big to mine."

the girl placed her palm also on top of Jae Hwan's hand. The man smilingly hooked his fingers with Ara's fingers making the two now join hands.

"you're good at seducing!"

whispered the gentle man

"and your heart thumped when I did?"

The girl snorted, sneering at the man who looked wrong beside her.

"you promised to take me to the beach, but this winter isn't over!"

Ara came to another topic of conversation after both of them fell silent.

His face was slightly irritated with frowning lips.

"what about Everland?"

Jae Hwan gave me a suggestion

"I don't want to go, but you know I'm not strong with the air. Just going to college was already so torturous."

Ara involuntarily embraced both her knees while shuddering.

"you should just stop!"

Ara shook her head while sipping her coffee she liked her busyness.

"i'll go home to my apartment after work, don't wait for me!"

"you're gonna let me miss you?"

"Heol, you're really good at seducing!"

Ara laughed, the girl was unaware the laughter was to be the last she did there.

**

Ara waited for the bus at the stop after work, it was 10pm but Seoul was too early to fall asleep. He tightened his coat preventing cold air from piercing his skin. His mouth gave off steam that he could even see, he could not stand it anymore. The girl was still agitated many times he called Jae Hwan but there was no answer, the bus that passed in front of him was ignored. The man sent him a message that he went to Nightlife two hours ago but Ara just checked his phone. He was afraid the man would come back.

Another bus came, with a hasty step Ara sat on her stool after sticking a transport card she took a different path. Somehow his heart can not be controlled like a time bomb that is ready to explode, his feelings were not because.

He climbed the private elevator when he reached the apartment building Jae Hwan found that the room was already dark Ara was about to turn on the lights but he abandoned his intention, found high heels in red as high as 10cm meters lying in front of him. The girl began to hesitate but she approached the door of the room, a dark gray door next to which was a sofa that became her favorite place to enjoy the view of the city.

But this time there is a dress there with the same red color with heels that he found also a coat that he knows who belongs to. Ara hesitated, but again - again she took a step to grab the mantle making sure that her guess was not wrong, he hurried to the door almost pulled the handle open but this time he stopped. His steps arrived - just back, his knees were limp Ara almost collapsed there if his other hand did not hold on to the wall.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably, without any sound coming out of her mouth that she tightened, Ara bit her lips hoping that the pain radiating in her heart would be replaced by pain in her lips. But not. He knows what this feeling is.

Ara threw what - what was on the sofa, disgusted at her favorite place to store the sinful-looking clothes, she sat there with lips that did not stop shaking, quivering, his hands were sweating and his brain was unable to respond properly.

He wanted to go from there but it was not the right choice, he needed answers. Ara took her breath many times like she was preparing for the worst answer.

The lights of the room was extinguished only the mini bar that presents a vintage impression of a dim colored light that lights up there, Ara crossed her arms with her right foot that hitchhiked on the pads of her left foot. He didn't know how long he could have sat there, opened the door and got an answer sooner, but he couldn't, the room is indirectly hers while Jae Hwan is more often in the guest room.

Ara leaned her body on the sofa, she had completely lost her mind by sitting there waiting, in her heart she just hoped that someone there was not Jae Hwan. Suddenly his chest came back in pain given the speculation that was most likely to occur. Ara was simply rejecting reality but at least it was the hope she had.

Ara heard the noise inside a man and a woman, she bit her lips like she was holding on to something so as not to fall. And when the door opened he knew he had no hope for what - what he thought.

Her tears fell along with her clenched hands. This is the deepest kind of heartache.